Hotel Bastardos World Tour is the name of an exclusive society that visit different festivals in Europe, with the Roskilde Festival as our absolute favourite one and base. This is our story:

Once upon the time there was a tiny boy. He lived in the beautiful town of Halmstad, in the south of Sweden, not so far away from the Danish border. This little boy had a dream; he wanted to be a President!! But as Sweden is a monarchy country with a Prime Minister many thought that his dreams never would come true. But as the years passed by this little boy became a young man and around him advanced a bunch of friend who believed in him and adored him. These became his undersåtar and he became the PRESIDENT of the HOTEL BASTARDOS!

The idea of Hotel Bastardos was born in 1991 when our President and The Bastard himself discovered the movie "A Fistful of Travellers Cheques". And through the sick brains of those men Hotel Bastardos World Terror was born. But two years later the Hotel was ruined at the Roskilde festival since the Bastard found a roll of soft toilet paper in the Hotel! And it had to change name to Hotel Gayboy ("If you want softer toilet paper you go to Hotel Gayboy"). Under this name was also the first membership cards created. The numbers of members were four and they were designed and made by the President himself, even the plastic around was handmade by tape! The year of '95 was also the most international so far in our history. Except from six different Swedish cities there were friends from USA, England, Switzerland, Netherlands and Germany who stayed in the camp! This was also the year of the sunniest weather, most drunken beer, and the year that black market was born. The highest price of a ticket we heard of was 3000 DKr and Mr President and the Bastard who sold their extra ticket for 150 DKr… A true festival spirit. Another dear memory from this year is "Train jumping", a nice sällskapslek that our President invented, and that not led to so many personal damages, as one would have thought… (The train is only in your imagination and we do not recommend anyone to try it in reality….)

1997 was a glorious year: Hotel Bastardos has risen again! The number of the members was now up to 25. Most of us held out to the bitter end in the rain and joined the final Ap-fel party on Sunday night, still wearing dry clothes! To our help we had the new Hotel Gayboy which covered both our heads and our asses.